He loved the way her eyes narrowed at him when he came nearer, when his mouth was against her neck in a soft kiss, taunting his own desire for her as much as he was trying to coax her to finally fuckin feel something. Anything.
So damn cold, his Dagger.
He wanted to heat her up and make her glow hot.
She liked it though. He knew she did with that sexy little gasp, how she tensed up and was probably hating herself for how he was affecting her just now. So uptight. It made him smile. Maybe he finally helped her feel something. God, and he was just getting started. She had to know that. Had to know he had so much more for her.
But she clipped her teeth at the air in front of him and his ears flipped black, eyes hardening and jaw clenching. Always "no" from her. He turned his face away, muscles tensed.
And he held still as she set him aflame, a soft and completely rare touch of her lips to his sensitive skin, halting his breath. His eyes closed and he held back a noise in his throat, held back everything just like she always did. Ugh, god, until that little bite, her teeth pinching him so gently. He gave up a helpless hum.
"I have already told you this would be a dangerous path to tread."
Another "no".
When it came down to it, she was only fuckin with him. And not in any fun way. He could've kept pushing, loves to fuckin push her. But that's all he ever does and he gets no where. He was frustrated, felt toyed with, and he was tired of this shit. He drew his eyes to hers, dark and sharp and a little hateful because that's just who he is.
"Fuckin excuses," he told her quietly, his voice as hard as the bones guarding his body, and turned away from her to walk away.
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
